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In this third installment of Pearsons Sun Valley series, KILLER SUMMER takes us back to the high-stakes world of the wealthy and politically connected just in time for the areas 17th Annual Wine Auction. The worlds most elite wine connoisseurs have descended on Sun Valley to taste and bid on the worlds best wines, including three bottles which are said to have been a gift from Thomas Jefferson to John Adams. With sky-high prices all but guaranteed for these priceless items, its no wonder a group of thieves is out to steal them. Sheriff Walt Fleming is responsible for all aspects of the auction, from security of the dignitaries to the physical safety of the auction site to the transportation and security of the rare wines themselves. When a bomb explodes just as the auction revs up, Walt is thrown headlong into the fray, investigating not just an explosion, but an even bigger heist planned by a criminal mastermind who will stop at nothing to gain his prize.

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Ridley Pearson Killer Summer The third book in the Sun Valley series 2009 For - photo 1

Ridley Pearson

Killer Summer

The third book in the Sun Valley series, 2009

For Betsy Dodge Pearson.

Have a Killer Summer, Mom.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Thanks to Christine Pepe, Amy Berkower, Nancy Litzinger, Dan Con-away, Dave Barry, Barge Levy, Steven Garman, Ed Stackler, Creative Edge, Storymill, and Mariner software. Thanks, too, to my family for giving me the time and support. But most of all I want to thank Jerry Femling, who in real life is nothing like the Jerry Fleming of this and other novels in the Killer series. Ive twisted his character in the name of storytelling, and hes a good sport to go along with it.

RIDLEY PEARSON, SHANGHAI, CHINA, 2009

1

Walt Fleming didnt want to be in the river. Any free time away from the office should have been spent applying for a loan of a hundred thousand dollars. That, or risk losing his house, and his daughters, to the divorce. But credit was tight, time short, and so there he was, along with his nephew, Kevin, knee-deep in the Big Wood River. The evening outing was a favor to his sister-in-law, Myra, who could guilt-trip along with the best of them.

Kevin, who would turn nineteen in August, glanced over at his uncle, looking away from the fly he was tying on his own line.

What? Walt asked, water gurgling past his waders.

He slipped on a pair of sunglasses to protect against flying hooks, and the glare of an evening sun. At eight-thirty P.M., it still shone brightly in the summer sky. Behind Walt, a rock wall rose out of the gurgling and bubbling river water, reaching two thousand feet nearly straight up into the cobalt sky. Dusk would linger well past ten, during which time the best fishing of the day would be had.

No uniform.

Once a sheriff, always a sheriff? Youve seen me out of uniform plenty of times. Dont give me that.

Not recently.

Then obviously we havent been spending enough time together, Walt said. Which is why were here in the first place.

Kevin remained on the shore, poised as if reluctant to enter the water. A narrow concrete-and-steel bridge crossed fifty feet downstream, carrying the cracked asphalt of Croy Creek Road from downtown Hailey, Idaho, west into rugged terrain. Walt had parked the Jeep Cherokee in a dusty turnout before the bridge. The license plate read BCS-I-Blaine County Sheriff, vehicle 1.

Walt glanced east over Kevins head, up the slight rise at the town he called home. With a population of three thousand, Hailey was smaller than its famous neighbors to the north, Ketchum and Sun Valley, but larger than Bellevue to the south. The valley was defined by mountain ranges east and west, shaped into an upside-down V, the mouth of which emptied into a great plain of high desert populated by nothing more than rodents, rattlers, and lava rock.

You hate fishing, Kevin said. Youre all about softball and gliding and your dogs. Besides, thats a radio, right? A police radio? He pointed to the handheld clipped to Walts fishing vest. So its not exactly like you left the sheriff thing behind.

Are you going to fish or not? Walt said, pricking his finger on the hook as he attempted to knot the fly to the line. He sucked the tip of his finger, tasting blood.

Youre doing this because Mom told you to.

Its true that I suck at fishing, not true about Myra. Were here together, and I want to take advantage of that. Its your call, but if you dont get in the water, were done here.

And my job at the lodge? Your idea or Moms?

That one was all mine, buddy boy. Your mom had nothing to do with it.

Kevin waded in up to his knees.

Progress, thought Walt.

Hows that working out, anyway? Walt asked.

Im good with it.

Walt had thought he might get a thank-you. Hed pulled strings to get Kevin on as a bellboy at the Sun Valley Lodge. Better than working as a fry chef.

They moved downstream in tandem, keeping their distance from each other in order to avoid tangling lines. Walts brother, Robert, had taught his son to fly-fish at the ripe old age of eight. Kevin had taken to it like a prodigy. Walt studied Kevins technique, hoping some of it might rub off on him. He tried casting his line.

Were trying to hook them, not whip them to death, Kevin said, sounding just like Robert.

Ha-ha! Walt replied, a lump in his throat.

Less wrist.

Walt stiffened his arm. His second try was an improvement.

Thanks.

No charge.

Walts radio crackled. He and Kevin exchanged a look.

Ive got to monitor it. Thats all.

Promise?

Walt bit his tongue. Kevin was asking the impossible, and they both knew it.

2

Christopher Cantell couldnt avoid looking at himself in a mirror-any mirror-a windows reflection, a shiny hubcap. Waiting in the Sun Valley Airports parking lot, he was unaware that hed turned the rearview mirror of the rented Yukon his direction. It wasnt that he considered himself outrageously handsome. In fact, his attention focused on the flaws: the crows-feet framing his dark eyes; the fans at the base of his earlobes, the asymmetrical black eyebrows, the smirk on his thin lips that so many found offensive when it was nothing more than genetics, his father having suffered the same slash mouth. But the habit of looking was a tic, a kind of illness he suffered, that he couldnt stop, that he hated so much he lived in constant denial of its existence. It wasnt really him, this vanity. And if not him, then someone else, which implied a case of mild schizophrenia, something more troubling than the vanity itself. The busier he kept, the better: more focused, less self-aware. All his adult life hed sought out impossible tasks with enormous consequences. Some might call him an everyday thief, but he considered that an insult. He could outsmart the smartest and steal what couldnt be stolen. He thought of himself more as a magician, making valuable objects, including cash, disappear. The bigger the risk, the better. Anything to keep him from seeing those two faces in the mirror.

The courier wasnt much to look at either. He had a purple birthmark on his neck that extended beyond the open collar of his green golf shirt. And he looked a little soft, though Cantell wasnt buying it: couriers with Branson Risk knew their stuff. This guy was certain to put up a fight, if given half a chance. But Cantells plan eliminated chance altogether. The courier mustnt be allowed to place a call or use a pager. Cantell suspected he was carrying two GPS transmitters-one inside his phone or BlackBerry; the other secreted in the oversized black carbon-fiber briefcase in his custody. Cantell watched as the courier slipped behind the wheel of a Ford Taurus. Cantell had expected a bigger rental: an Expedition, Suburban, or Yukon like his, but neither the make nor the size of the car bothered him. His team was well prepared. Hed spent the past two months and a good deal of money planning and scripting the events of the next few days. He liked to make things complicated. Law enforcement couldnt handle complicated. Theirs was a world of systems, records, and repetition.

He adjusted the rearview mirror-what the hell was it aiming at him for?-to see out the back of the Yukon. He used the Nextels direct-connect feature to broadcast his report to the others.

Its a metallic-blue Taurus. Leaving now. Idaho plate Victor-alpha-five-seven-two. Im the black Yukon, pulling up right behind him. Matt?

In position, came the nasal reply.

Lorraine? said Cantell.

The full cycle is two minutes twenty. On my mark were currently forty-five seconds into green, she said. Cantell tracked the second hand on his watch. Mark! Im in position.

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